Fu Ting buried the gift from her future father and the letter under a hundred-year-old tree in Qingguang Temple.
She had seen her future father's heart. She would live happily as he wished.
Even though her future father wanted her to forget the unhappiness of the past before he left.
However, every little detail of her life with him was a treasure given to her by time.
Now, she wanted this treasure to stay here forever.
Immortality.
"Do you still want to cry?" Cen Juan stood behind Fu Ting. The man's long eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the girl's thin figure was in his sight.
His thin lips curled up slightly." I can give you my arms!"
Fu Ting had already calmed down. Her pale face puffed up slightly." I'm not that fragile. I'm not crying.""
Her future father was right. She had already grown up and become very powerful. She could protect her father now. She could not cry like an insensible child.
